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to let up. A light rain still splashed against the windows, but it looked as if the sun was trying to break through. Soon it would be hot and humid. In his mind Quinn played the crash over and over again. The car had come at them so quickly, he knew there was nothing the woman could have done to avoid hitting them. The damage to his truck had been minor, far less than the damage to her car.
    “That damn woman,” he muttered.
    “Stop blaming her,” Gabe said. “The storm was a humdinger. She wasn’t used to driving in it. When the car got away from her, we were in the way, that’s all. It could have happened to anyone.”
    “That’s just like a brainless woman,” Quinn argued. “They don’t have the sense to stay off the road when they’ve had no experience driving in a storm. I’ve got a notion to go in there and give her a piece of my mind.”
    Quinn’s frustration continued to grow. Lately, one problem had piled up on top of another
. Goddamnit!
He strode to the door and yanked it open. Before he could pass through, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder.
    “What are you going to do?” Gabe asked.
    “What does it look like? If I lose the tavern it will be her fault,” he snarled as he glared at the Cajun. “And if you don’t want another busted hand, you’d better let go of me.”
    Gabe’s eyes held Quinn’s for a moment before he said quietly, “You’d fight a one-handed man?”
    “Damn right I would!”
    Quinn entered the room, and the woman looked up at him expectantly. He had intended to give her a tongue-lashing, to tell her what a poor driver she was and how she had damaged his business, maybe beyond repair, but something happened as he approached the bed. His eyes took in the figure, so slim it barely made an impression on the bed. She looked different from the way he remembered when he had carried her from the wrecked car to his truck and then into the doctor’s office.
    She was vulnerable and unbelievably beautiful.

    Adrianna stared at the man who had barged into the room. She figured him to be somewhere in his middle thirties. He was tall, with long arms and legs. Thick black hair was pushed back from his face as he looked at her. His jaw moved, but no sound came out. His piercing gray eyes seemed to pin her to the bed.
    As she stared back, Adrianna felt a strange sensation wash over her. This man was unlike any she had ever met before. Certainly he was different from the young accountants and lawyers she’d met during the course of her father’s business dealings. They were refined and professional. This man was neither. She felt her face redden in embarrassment.
    “Quinn Baxter,” Dr. Bordeaux said, entering and breaking what had become an awkward silence. “This is Miss Adrianna Moore.”
    Looking at the strange man, Adrianna saw a flicker of annoyance cross his face, but it disappeared just as quickly. The look that replaced it mirrored the harsh weather that had caused her accident.
    “What in the hell were you doing on the highway?” His voice sounded like sandpaper to Adrianna’s ears. His rugged features grew sharper with each word. “I don’t know where you came from, but people around here have sense enough to stay off the roads in bad weather if they don’t know how to drive in it.”
    “I’m sorry,” Adrianna managed to say.
    “That’s not good enough. Do you have any idea what that accident has cost me? I’ve got a business to run. Almost every damn bottle of liquor I was bringing back was busted. It’s going to cost you plenty to replace it.”
    “Quinn Baxter!” Dr. Bordeaux interrupted, stepping in front of him and cutting off the hot glare he had fixed upon Adrianna. “I will not have you stomping into my office to take out your frustrations on my patient.”
    “You know how he can get, Doc,” a softer voice said. “He ain’t happy unless he’s got something to complain about.” Adrianna peered around the doctor and saw a man leaning casually